Vinny Dick, Jr and his hunting buddy Danny Drake had set up their tree stands a few hours before sunrise. They were already four beers into their twelve pack and had not seen a single white tail bopping around the forest. The pair drank in silence. Waiting.

The first rock hit the tree next to Dick’s head. Shards of stone and bark hit the side of his face. The second and third rocks hit Drake in the chest and shoulder. The impact made him drop his rifle to the forest floor.

The rocks flew fast and furious after the gun hit the ground. Dick managed to stand up and shout that he was going kill who ever was throwing rocks them. He managed to get that out before a rock knocked his hat off and broke his nose.

Drake jumped from the tree sit and rolled his ankle pretty badly. He managed to crawl behind some boulders that shielded him from the barrage. Dick was not so lucky, he tried to climb down the rope ladder, but kept getting pelted in the back and legs with rocks.

Dick was bruised and bleeding when he hit the ground. By the time he crawled over to the hiding spot next to Drake, the rocks had stopped, but he howling began. At that point, it became clear that the two had been under attack from an angry Bigfoot.

Dick thinks that the Bigfoot wanted to hunt that same area and was upset by competition. Drake is thankful to be alive, really.

Steve Engel and Jeff Hill were hunting deer early in the morning. Having had little luck, the two were feeling a bit discouraged. Suddenly the forest was filled with an inhuman piercing scream. Both men thought it must be a fellow hunter in distress or maybe an animal getting torn to pieces by a bear.

They stood perfectly still, trying to pinpoint the direction of the screaming. Then both men were overrun by all manner of small forest animals, deer bounded out in large numbers. Too startled to take aim, the men looked at each other with concern. Something was terribly wrong.

That is when Jeff Hill saw the Bigfoot, “The critter just stood up. It was taller than anything I ever seen. And it was just screaming its fool head off.”

“I just up and run,” Steve Engel said.

“He did at that,” Jeff continued, “I turned to see if Steve was seeing that thing. But Steve was gone. It was like the cartoons, all that was left was a puff of smoke.”

The following day, Steve’s wife, Becky, convinced the two men to report the Bigfoot sighting to authorities.

“Even if it made us look like kooks, Becky was right. I mean, we saw a Bigfoot screaming bloody murder. People need to know about that!” Steve said.